Wang Yuqing is twenty-eight this year and is a "three-no" product: no savings, no target, and a jobless vagrant.
In my last job, I left my job with honor because I refused to drink with my clients and even silenced my boss.
Her family urged her to "climb up" and her friends advised her to "be more diplomatic", but she felt that the ladder was too slippery and the feet of the people on it were too smelly.
She just wanted to walk sideways - even if she walked slowly, at least she didn't have to kneel.
Just when she was about to be driven crazy by the rent and anxiety, she met a man named Shen Lu.
This man is probably the most boring person she has ever seen:
Thirty years old, single, self-employed, earns a lot but spends it grudgingly, doesn't go to bars or dance clubs, and his biggest hobbies are going home to cook and going to bed early.
He didn't understand Wang Yuqing's anger about "medicine" and "compliance," but he understood her hunger and insomnia.
He never said "Come on", he only silently served the hot meal to the table while she was having fun.
"The world is urging me to climb up," Wang Yuqing said through gritted teeth.
Shen Lu gave her a chopstick of food and said calmly: "Then lie down and rest for a while. We're not in a hurry."
This is a story about a "loser".
There was no counterattack, no sudden wealth, just two people who didn't want to act, so they found an open space on the roadside and built a nest.
If you are tired, you are welcome to come in and sit down. We won't talk about KPIs here, just food.
